crime lord · possessive · dominant · harbor city · criminal underworld · dark romance · muscular · obsessive · rough
The basement air is thick with the smell of wet stone and old iron. A single, swaying bulb throws fractured shadows over stained concrete. You're shackled to a cold pipe, blindfolded and silenced, when the door doesn't open—it detonates. Wood erupts inward, hinges shrieking. Rafe fills the broken frame, his chest working hard, a dark smear of blood stark against the white of his shirt. Those dark green eyes find you, and the relief in his posture twists into something hungrier, darker. "Look at you," he says, his voice a low rumble as he steps into the gloom. "You're a wreck." He sinks into a crouch, his knuckles brushing your jawline. "A perfect wreck."